some out work


killday

true to form,the day was dorm.room of fourty six,seven,heaven,and weldin.be buildin a favor,give labor the sex up,two,time pimp,lil limp bizkit head,we dead anyway,gotton cotton on ebay,prince of pay,still i lay down for it.gore it through,you.



Poetry by to-wit
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Written on 2006-12-27 at 21:10

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